A Real Bad Boy(18)

I felt him bucking up into me, his cock hitting me in all the right  places, making me realize just how good we were together. I just needed a  little bit more of him and I'd cum.

So I grabbed him and I fucked him. I fucked him so hard that I didn't  realize what I was doing until I was screaming his name as I came on top  of him in the front seat of his car.

Fucking hell.

He gripped me and came inside of me at the same time, both of us panting as we finished. We'd just fucked in public.

I should've been embarrassed. I should've called it a stupid idea, but  looking down at his wolf-like grin and his dangerous eyes, I knew the  truth of it. I was exactly where I needed to be.





Zach



I opened the door of the hotel room and pulled her into it.

I'd already fucked her, or rather, she'd fucked me. And hard. But I wanted to give her something. Show her something.

I wanted to prove to her that I was more than just a fucking thug. Someone who was always itching to get into a fight.

I needed a fight. I needed to punch someone in the face and feel the  satisfying concave of their check as something busted. It had been  building in me ever since I scooped her up off the floor of her house  and told her I'd take care of it. Because I fucking would.

The penthouse suite. One night was a fortune, but I'd made a lot of  money as a hired gun, and I wanted to show her what kept me here. What I  saw in this city.

The skyline of Atlanta was gorgeous from up here. I pulled her to the  glass wall and listened as she sucked in a breath. At night, all of the  lights blurred into each other, creating an accent to the buildings and  streets as they sat up against the horizon. Twilight made the sky look  deep purple instead of black, and the first night stars came out of the  sky.

"Zach, it's … " she said as she leaned into me. Every time she touched me,  the urge to fight dissipated just a little bit. Every time she touched  me, she calmed the voices in my head. "It's probably the most gorgeous  thing I've ever seen."

"It's not the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen," I said honestly as I pulled her into me and kissed her.

"Do you have to work tonight?"

"No, Leo's in for the night, so I have the team covering it. I wanted to spend the night with you."

I'd never actually slept beside her. I'd never forced her to be the one  to be next to me as I had my nightmares. It was a part of me I didn't  share with anyone. It's why I never had a girl more than one or two  nights. It's why I was known as a piece of shit asshole that fucked them  then kicked them out.

Because I didn't like who I was at night. I didn't like who I turned  into. Part of me thought that maybe with her there, it wouldn't happen.  That I wouldn't be the monster I knew I was. It was a huge risk but it  was one I was willing to take. It was one I was willing to take for  Willow.

"So we are really going to do this?" she asked as she wrapped her arms  around my neck and looked into my eyes. It was a new level of intimacy  for me. One that I wasn't used to. I fucked 'em and forgot 'em for a  reason. Because staring into the eyes of a beautiful girl when you know  what kind of bastard you are is one of the hardest things in the world.

"Well, first I'm going to lay you down in that bed and I'm going to fuck  you until you beg for more," I growled at her. It didn't matter if I'd  just had her. I wanted her again.





Chapter Twelve



Willow



I was late. Fuck. Not for an event, not for work. I was just late.

I stared at the app on my phone and looked through it. A week had gone by and I'd completely missed my period. Fuck, shit, damn.                       
       
           



       

Maybe it was just stress. Maybe I wasn't pregnant.

It was impossible. I'd been on birth control. I made sure I had ninety  days worth of it when I left. I didn't want to chance anything. The last  thing I needed in all of this mess was a baby. I ran into my bathroom  and opened the medicine cabinet, pulling out the little pink case that  held this month's set of pills.

I'd taken three of the thirty. Fuck. I must've forgotten about them  entirely while dealing with the move. The anxiety and stress that I was  under made everything fuzzy and made me more forgetful. How could I do  this? How could I let this happen?

Don't panic, I told myself as I searched the house for the car keys. I'd  forgotten where I put them. I could feel the sweat prickling at my skin  as I grabbed stacks of mail and papers, lifting them until I found my  keys.

It was a quick drive to the drugstore and back, a little paper baggie in  my hand as I ran back upstairs and into my bathroom. Three test sticks.  That should be enough.

After I was finished, I waited. Three minutes in hell. Imagining what it  was going to say. Worried it would say yes, but the tiniest bit sad if  it said no.

I'd never pictured myself a mother. I'd never pictured a lot of things. But it was different now. My entire life was different.

After three minutes, I grabbed the first test strip and looked at it. A  little plus sign. Pregnant. Strip number two. Pregnant. The last strip.  Pregnant. All of them came up the same way.

I sucked in a breath and connected all the dots. That's why I'd been  sick. That's why I'd fainted. It didn't have anything to do with the  flu. It was all me.

It was because I was carrying a baby.

Zach's baby.





Zach





I didn't know what I was looking for when I stepped into the bar. It  wasn't the same. Usually, I was searching for some tail, and hoping that  I found a fight too.

But tonight I didn't want any of the women. Not one of them could  fucking compare, try as they might. But Willow was working late. I was  craving something. The feel of broken bone under my fist. The rush of a  man screaming in pain.

Yeah, it was sick. But it was a part of who I was.

"I haven't seen you in a while." The bartender handed me my usual, and I took a sip.

Fuck, that tasted good.

"You come back from overseas?" he asked.

"Nah, man." Usually, I told him stories about the places I'd been, but I  hadn't gone anywhere. "Been working security here, some Richie Rich  needed a manager for it."

"Nice. Bet it wasn't nearly as exciting as all those far off places.

"Yeah." Man, he couldn't be more wrong. I had all the excitement I  needed in the form of a long pair of legs and one of the most incredible  minds I'd ever encountered.

Shit. I pushed the thought away and scanned the room. Blood pumped  through my veins, louder and louder. Begging for a fight. Begging to  destroy someone's face. I needed it.

And I needed to find a son of a bitch worthy of the honor.

I drank my scotch and waited. Usually, that was all I needed to do and someone looking for a fight would show.

Sure enough, after the second drink, I spotted him. The guy that needed  taking down a peg or two. The one that sauntered into the bar already  drunk and looking for a fight.

Well, asshole. You got one.

I didn't have to stand up and make my way towards him; he made his way  towards me. It often happened that way. Men saw me, saw my stance, the  way I was built, and they just got all fucking pissed off and started  flexing around me. Fucking peacocks.

What they didn't understand was that I didn't look this way from spending time just at the gym. I was a trained fucking machine.

A monster.

And I could take them down so fast it would leave their head spinning.

"Dammit, man. I swear they are like heat-seeking missiles," the bartender said. He was just as good at spotting them as I was.

I didn't think there was a night where I didn't take a woman home or get in a fight or both.

Len, the owner, didn't give a shit as long as I didn't break anything  too expensive, and honestly, guys like that were going to get into a  fight no matter when they came in.

I just ended it quicker and did less damage. Stopped that shit before it  began. Which meant they didn't need to go in front of the liquor  control board.

I was a welcome sight, and they knew it. Hell, I knew it.

My hands twitched as he came closer to me. I rolled up the sleeves of my oxford shirt and took one last swig of my drink.

"What the fuck does a fancy asshole like you think you're doing in a bar like this?" he snarled. No hello, no offer for dinner.

Just right the fuck into it.

I turned and looked at him. Then I smiled, slowly, deliberately. No teeth showing, just the lust in my eyes for a fight.                       
       
           



       

Yeah, that sure as hell got his attention.

"We can sit and chat, or we can walk the fuck out to the parking lot and  I can knock you out. Either way, you're paying for my drinks." I  motioned to the bartender, and he nodded then backed away.

I guess the son of a bitch didn't like that because he pulled the first punch.

It was slow, cumbersome. Fucking basic.